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• Artiste: Procol Harum
• Titre: Rambling On
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(Brooker / Reid) Our local picture house was showing a Batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky, thought to myself, 'Why shouldn't I?' So I bought a pair of wings, went up upon a wall I was about to jump into the air when a guy from the street called He said, 'Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are, some kind of angel?' I considered for a minute, realized he spoke the truth. For the barbells on my eyelids only emphasised my youth and the sawdust in my plimsolls means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further, so I spoke considerately 'Now if you understand just what I'm trying to say, whatever you do, don't grin, you'll give the game away!' By now a crowd had gathered and it seemed that all was lost In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost It seemed to me the time was right so I burst into song In the anger of the moment the crowd began to sing along I could not see a way out of this predicament Just then a breeze came through the trees and up in the air I went I must have flown a mile, or maybe it was eight Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gates Just then a passing bird for no reason I could see took a peck at my wings and that was the end of me I went down, hit the ground faster than the speed of sound Luckily I broke no bones only tore my underclothes